poets
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The speed of information can’t be calculated, yo!They’re making up that they can even do it,Don’t you know?Einstein was a liar. Just a Freemasonic front manFor other people’s propaganda.Please look this stuff up, man!There is no such thing as “Spacetime!”Stop falling for the bullshit!Just educate yourself so you willAlways see right through it!
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I keep my windows open so I can Hear the neighborhood breathe. It’s lovely hearing kids at play. More than you might believe. I harken back to when I was young And spent every minute outside. A much more healthy, vibrant life. And that, no one can deny.
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I clearly started this on a Monday and finished it only just now which is definitely not a Monday so it required me to put myself in a Monday state of mind. And I have nowhere to be on most Mondays so that was not the same kind of experience many people might have putting…
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I’m going to post the twitter thread I created earlier that led to this poem at the bottom. The Leviathan was a dragon.Just read the tale in Job.Of impenetrable armourAnd breath of fire and brimstone.It’s the same motif with which you areProbably very familiar.You may not realize it is the sameAs Beowvlf and Grendel,Or St.…
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The Bible’s allegorical.Seems some of you don’t know.It wasn’t about Heaven or aHell that’s down below.It’s all about transformingAbout becoming one with God.He’s been in you all along.Please don’t think it odd.
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I found you on your normal vibes.I guess I had to match you.I don’t mind the divinityYou allow me to tap into.I bless you with my words, my loveAnd bless you in my song.I know I’ll see you soon, my love.I know it won’t be long.
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I spit divine wisdom because affixed betwixt my veinsIs a tap to divine energy. I use it. Not in vain.I bless the lives of others and I don’t hesitate to doubt.I’m heard better when whispered.I don’t ever need to shout.
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I love my neighbors as myself.I also love everyone else.I actually need to love me more.I know this. It’s a spot that’s sore.I always thought it virtuousTo love others more andLove me less.But I am suffering from not lovingMyself enough and it’s shovingMe into pits of deep despairAnd I deserve better. That’s not fairTo anyone…
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The genie in the lamp is you.I promise you it’s true.And you don’t just get one wish or two,You get whatever you choose.You just have to have belief in the powerThat dwells within your bones.The God who is within you, see?You’re never really alone.
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God is sending me storms.He always loves to bless me.It’s crazy I’m so powerful.It’s such an amazing blessing.I love the God within meAnd the one within you twoFor they are one—The Sun.Have fun.It’s what we’re meant to do.
Musings of the Mad 